Mind Blogging. Mind Boggling.

By 2009, after many hard hours in the cricket pitch, I had perfected the art of taking runs off yorkers. Bowlers would pitch it into the blockhole, and I would successfully pinch a couple or sometimes even a boundary, using my novel methods.

Then in 2010, I went to Manhattan, NYC. I joined a cricket club there, and thought that after proving my mettle in India, the American bowlers would be easy pickings. But guess what- when they dug it into the blockhole- I struggled to get it away! In fact, I was bowled on most occasions when they pitched it there.

You know why? Well, turns out these were not the same old yorkers I had mastered- I was facing New Yorkers.

I was told to consult this magazine called New Yorker, to learn how to cope with this lethal twist to a foe I had earlier outsmarted.

I am happy to report that after my readings of the magazine, and many hours of net practice, I was finally able to crack this puzzle, and was able to score many runs off the New Yorkers. 

Superman released amid much fanfare. So here's some potshots at him. These are eminently guessable, so I'm giving you a chance to run naked through your house screaming Eureka. You can do that every time you get one right. Please leave webcam on, and post the link to video in the comments section below.

What do you call a kleptomaniac superman?
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Man of steal

What do you call a superman who uses brown and yellow on his costume in place of blue and red?
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Man of stool

What do you call a super superman who uses his superpowers to con people?
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Super Duper man

This reminds me of the hilarious Monty Python sketch on Superman called Bicycle Repair Man: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=54CpPlCnM4I  . If you like it, leave a comment on this post and not on Youtube which has 58,000 already. Marginal utility of your comment is incredibly higher here. 

"Dude, I talked to Sameer, he's scared he'll get fired"

"Yeah?"

"So I produced a a triple pun to lighten the mood"

"It worked?"

"No. But triple puns are exceedingly rare. Anyway, I told him- he was facing the cull de sack"

"Not bad, man. But those words are nasty, they would just have made him more anxious."

"Bah. You know the one about Lala Amarnath, and his son Mohinder Amarnath?”

Comic strip idea. I started making it, too. But it's too much of an effort to get it done nicely.

Panel 1: A man in formal attire- suit, tie, shiny-pointy shoes et al with a laptop bag hanging off one arm- pushing boulder up a steep slope. Blurb says "Puff, pant".
Panel 2: God shows up, all of a sudden, smiling beatifically. Three heads and five hands and halo. Man in formals is perplexed.
Panel 3: God places his foot on the boulder.
Panel 4: And nonchalantly kicks the boulder down.
Panel 5: Man raises his hand in exasperation.
Panel 6: God says "No Sissy fuss. Be a man, and get back down to work." 

On LBS Marg, your seat  belt should restrain up-down movements, rather than front-back movements. Up-down movements are more common here, and much more dangerous.

Traveling on LBS Marg is like ancient Chinese water torture. Replace the drop with the pothole. You know it's coming, and you can do nothing about it.

It's hot as hell, and its crap. Hell, BS marg. 

On LBS Marg, to avoid accidents, you should drink, talk on the cellphone and drive. If you are not softened up and distracted, you will just give up and ram into the lumbering red BEST bus in front of you.

When the driver insists upon continuing on LBS Marg, and when you protest, says, "My way or the highway", just get off, and go via Eastern Express highway.

Douglas Adams, James Watson and Francis Crick sat at a noisy Charing Cross pub on a balmy summer afternoon in London. The wonderful Kinks number,  Sunny Afternoon, played on the jukebox. 

"So the Ultimate Answer to the Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe and Everything", Adams paused as he took a big swig of ale,"Is 42."

 "Well, old chap", Watson began, "We don't know about the Universe and Everything, but the answer to Life sure is 23. There are 23 pairs of chromosomes in every human being. The chromosomes contain tightly packed DNA, pieces of which are genes, which is the code, the very essence of human life. 23 is the holy grail, 23 is Life!", he exclaimed with a flourish, splashing some ale as he emphatically set his glass down on the creaky wooden table. Crick nodded approvingly.

Adams frowned, and then slowly grinned like a chesire cat, "Elementary, my dear Watson, it's 19, then. The answer to the Universe and Everything."

When your gtalk client is not able to store conversations fully, why should you just chill out and have a Bhel Puri instead?
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Because you can't Sev Poori Chat. 

"Speed kills, but weed chills. Take the safe trip."

This article below reports that an anti narcotics cell inspector was among five held in a rave raid.

http://www.thehindu.com/news/national/article2138787.ece

I sympathize with the inspector, poor chap. After all, he was a crack agent.

Anyhow, the cops could not do the raid alone, they enlisted the help of the locals. It was a joint operation.

Q. What do you call a perpetually partying, happy-go-lucky fungus couple ??

A. Funguy & Fungal